Thursday, August 23, 2012

One last hello before unplugging for a week!

   
Girl at low tide

Girl at high tide: "Where's the rocks?!"

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

house sitting

The rain came and went and the cicadas were so loud it felt like they might actually be inside our heads. We ate sun-hot cherry tomatoes by the mouthful, standing at the vine. When I was a kid I used to study and study the seed catalogues and choose as much by name as anything. Blood Gulch, Valhalla, Summer Cider, Fireworks, Eva's Purple Ball, Radiator Charlie's Mortgage Lifter....





A house where the outside is a part of the inside is a good kind of house to be in.

Some people came to visit. We made a lot of kale slaw. We shucked a lot of corn. We ate and ate and ate.

And mostly, we were here.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

August begins...

Little girl, big wind.

Climber, with three-legged dog.

Prairie.